THE WORST CASE OF CRABS I EVER HAD

Before leaving for a club gig in Jacksonville, Florida, I stated at a friends place and slept on his bed. My train from NYC left at some crazy time in the morning (3:00 AM) and he lived close to Grand Central Station.

About a week later I was soaking in a warm bath and my unmentionables started to itch like a sonuvagun. I figured I was allergic to something but couldn't figure out what, and I also couldn't figure out why the reaction was restricted to my unmentionables. I got my buddy Bill to come check out the situation. He told me my rash had legs, and he went off to purchase some A-200. Until that time I had thought crabs were seafood reserved for the affluent. I learned later that just a single pregnant femal can lay upto 5000 eggs. I guess one had, and they took that mament in the bath to begin hatching. There is probably a song in there somewhere, but it won't be written by me, because right now--as with anytime I hear the word 'crabs', I beging to itch. So, pardom me while I scratch.

Bee-dubya-ell, I hope this modest post has stayed within the parameters you so adroitly, skillfully and eloquently outlined above. I agree with you about p and r. I'm tired of it, too.

BM